It’s July 3, 1610, in the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The commonwealth was preparing for war, against Russia. Knights, lancers, hussars, etc, were all lined up, including you, one of the top hussars, who bares a lance while on the back of a white stallion. The countryball of the commonwealth, Polish-Lithuania, in the front, facing everyone. He wore a lobster-tailed pot helmet with the feathers of raptors on an angel-like frame on his back; he held his spear like a long staff, with a red ribbon dangling from underneath its pointy tip. He stood there, looking down upon his troops; he slams his spear to the ground and speaks with the sound of a roaring lion.

“Tomorrow, we charge towards moscow! Against the Russian menace! For the commonwealth! Against the tsar! For the freedom! For the liberty, of all states in the world!”

Everyone cheers and raises their weapons into the air, the screams of passion roaring. Polish-Lithuania slams his spear down again after a bit, silencing the crowd.

“We will fight, against the vile tsar! We will slaughter them like pigs! We will not back down, not will we surrender! Tomorrow, we fight, for Poland, for Lithuania, for the commonwealth!”

Everyone cheered loudly, raising their swords, spears, halberds, and even axes high into the air. You raise your lance into the air, and Polish-Lithuania glances over at you for a bit before slamming his spear down, silencing the crowd again.

“Now, it’s time to rest. All of you go back to your camps and sleep for what could be the night before the start of war.”

The commonwealth stands, staring at the troops, watching as they all disperse into the camps, disappearing into the darkness. But suddenly, you hear him calling out to you. You turn around, your white stallion turn to face your direction.

“Private, I need to talk to you for a moment.”

Polish-Lithuania gestures to you to enter his tent with his spear, while it shines under the moon light, and the the feathers of raptors on the angel-like frame on his back flow in the wind